Nikki St. Crowe

The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys Book 4)

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  • Gwyn Sanchezhar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
    “I am a better man because of her.” I shift back to Vane. His gaze is narrowed, searching me.

    “We all are,” he admits.

    I nod and slap him on the shoulder. “I am a better man because of you too.”

    “Shut up,” he says.

    “I’m serious. Take the warmth from me, Vane. Accept what it is.”

    His jaw flexes. He finally nods. “I love you too, you fucking asshole.”

    Across the clearing, Darling mouths to me, I love you three.

    Bash draws a heart with his fingers. I love you four.
  • Gwyn Sanchezhar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
    Vane smiles. Pan laughs. “Of course she does. Our little Darling whore bosses us around. Why not all of Neverland?”

    “As if I could ever command you, Peter Pan.”

    He takes a sip from his drink and breathes out around the heat. “Let’s try it out. Command me, Darling.”

    “Get on your knees for me.”

    The boys ooohhh behind me. Vane snorts with amusement.

    Pan drains the rest of his drink and sets it down, keeping his eyes on me the entire time.

    And then he sinks to his knees in front of me.

    “Stop it,” I say, but I’m laughing.

    The twins quickly follow suit, Bash first, then Kas, their wings flush against their backs.

    I lock eyes with Vane. The glass is still clutched in his hand. If any of them were to tell me to fuck off…

    Vane swirls the last of the liquor in the glass, then slings it back and sets the glass on the desk. He comes over to me, takes my hand, and bends to his knees.

    He plants a chaste kiss on the rise of my knuckles and says, “As the queen commands it.”
  • Gwyn Sanchezhar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
    Balder’s memories are still vivid in my head. The memories of two gods on the lagoon’s beach, watching the spirits of the water carry me under.

    I should be dead. Several times over.

    And yet, I am burning with life. Glowing with it.

    Drenched in darkness, terrified of light.

    Always so fucking terrified and looking to someone else, something else to make me feel less so.

    Until now.

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